Saturday, December 28, 2013

December


Winter came when I wasn't looking.
Gray, cold fog snakes between the trees,
ghosts around the foundation.
December came knocking at my door.

Gray, cold fog snakes between the trees,
cobbles glisten slick in the lamplight,
December came knocking at my door,
Mist fingers dancing circles of a waltz.

Cobbles glisten slick in the lamplight.
Grave chilled bone scaffolding hides
mist fingers dancing circles of a waltz,
enfolded in the arms of darkest night.

Grave chilled bone scaffolding hides
Winter that came when I wasn't looking.
Enfolded in the arms of darkest night,
singing ghosts around the foundation.


STFU

The first
silence fell hard,
unexpected spring frost
burning all the new to black mush.
Surprise.

Second, 
birthed from melt miles
upstream, followed flash flood
water wall bulldozer. Dead flat
quiet.

Blackout
number three hid
beneath the tornado
rubble wall, not even birds sang
out loud.

Fourth time,
mist crept in, grey
tentacles slithering
velvet around the furniture,
gloom thick.

The fifth
silence rose up,
storm surge forecast weeks out.
Evacuate or drown. I float,
driftwood.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Ode to a Frozen Booger

I flicked a booger out my window,
or at least I tried, but the fucker stuck,
so I rolled it between my fingers
ala rubber cement until it finally let go.

Later, coming back out to my car
in the dimming winter light
there is this smudge on the back door.
Not bird shit, it's that fucking booger.
Try to wipe it off but the hours between
my flick and my find have solidified
the greenish gunk to superglue
that will defy scraping till the thaw.

(Thank you to Eleanor for the prompt, Ode to a Frozen Booger)